Ich sah mich nach den Zutaten um. Ich fand zwar Knoblauch, und auchOliven?l, aber das war nicht geeignet. Mir war klar, dass bei einemGericht, das pra...tisch nur aus diesen beiden Zutaten bestand, dieQualit?t der Zutaten so gut sein musste, dass es auch gut schmeckte.Schlie?lich konnte man nichts mit Gew?rzen oder anderen Zutaten retten.Aber ob ich guten Knoblauch im Supermarkt bekommen w?rde? Eher nicht. Wosonst? War heute nicht Markt?Ich ging an den Computer von Frau Weber. Sie hatte ja mir ja. ”“So i’ll be naked in front of you?” she asked, clinging to my arm, and pressing her boobs against me.“Yes! I want to see your ample breasts. I can’t wait to see what you have hidden under these clothes. I want to fondle and kiss your bare bosom.” “Oh, Shailu, I feel so ashamed, I can’t let you see me naked,” she protested, blushing deeply. “Please, Shailaja, there is nothing more to hide, we’ve crossed the limit,” I persisted.I grabbed the bottom edge and slowly pulled it up & then reached. He stepped back and I stepped forward crouching behind the nearest bush. Hidden from both their view and those from the dimly lit street behind me. He put his hand on her shoulder and took into his hand hers and guided it to his growing bulge. She, never breaking her gaze from his eyes, began to rub feeling his bulge harden as she got to her knees. My pulse began to quicken realizing what was about to happen. Looking into his eyes she grasped the pull on his zipper. I grabbed mine. In near. ..I...” trying to find something-anything on the menu she could order. It seemed to go on forever before George smoothly broke in between her stutters, “I think the lady would appreciate an omelette as well please. And an orange juice.” Heather nodded gratefully and heaved a sigh of relief as pressure was eased off of her. “And for you sir?” the waiter asked, turning to Aaron. “Gimme a beer.” he replied, smirking. The waiter seemed a bit ruffled, asking to see an I.D., but George cut in once.